"Come back to me," the man whispered in a surprisingly deep voice, his sad eyes flicking over Louis' face. "Please." he gave Louis' hand one final squeeze, then turned around and silently left the room, leaving behind the faint scent of lilies. All eyes were instantly on Louis - or rather, on the hidden object in his hand. Everyone subtly crept closer to steal a quick glance, while some started bombarding him with questions about the strange man. Louis could barely register the questions over his own confusion. He brought his hand closer to his face and opened his fingers carefully, revealing a shiny gold pocket watch unlike anything he had ever seen before. When he pressed the small button on the side, the lid popped open and revealed a pearl-colored watch face with small encrusted diamonds in place of actual numbers. "Who was he?" Louis faintly heard someone ask. All he could do, though, was stare at the gold watch in his palm. After a moment, Louis shook his head and whispered, "I...I don't know." ✧・゚: or it's 1974 and louis falls in love with harry's photograph. (this is also on ao3!!)